Broken Memories

It’s all over. I’ve found a better way. Don’t even bother asking. Because now I’ll be okay. Not another of those awful fights. Or those rainy days. Or any of those late, violent nights. You lied to me. Now you’re merely a photograph. Of what used to be. Like those days you used to tickle me until I almost peed my pants. Or those stupid-a** jokes that used to make me laugh. I would never rake those times back. I loved you so dearly. Even though you took everything I ever had. Down to my last strained breath.

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